THAW AT CROWSNEST PASS

Below is the poem entitled THAW AT CROWSNEST PASS which was written by poet
Sidney
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THAW AT CROWSNEST PASS

THAW AT CROWSNEST PASS
Huge mountains massed and cliffs sheer. It’s March
And endless blue sky cold is held back by the Chinook arch,
Snowy prairies rolling into their thousand-mile realm -
The landscape is gigantic, majestic, orchestrated to overwhelm.
But I stand and watch the lake-ice thaw,
Surprised by the tiny delicate music -
Descant ice - jingling, jangling, tinkling
In delicate accompaniment to the giant symphony.
Ice chunks tangled in slow waves with the wind
Tiny tintinnabulation before total ablation.
There is silence and harmony around the sound,
The small melody of the ice breaking into spring’s chorus.
Note: Crowsnest Pass is the southernmost way through the Rocky Mountains in Canada

Ohhhhh, onomatopoeia! As a reader, I am hearing the orchestra of breaking ice as it thaws! Horray for this awesome spring piece. A favorite!
I am sending it to my art/music professor who will adore this write the same! High five, Sydney!
Gwendolen